Werewolf Knight Novels & Stories

I twisted it into a bun and then took a step back to admire myself. I saw a woman whom I vaguely recognized as Kim Russell, raised by a single mother in the Cincinnati projects, who worked forty hours a week doing customer service for a shit boss making shit money. Glimpses of Kim Russell looked back at me, but I supposed that I was no longer that woman. I was now an undead Council member, wife to Paul Kinninsky, pack Leader to The Wolf Pack, the only known werewolf pack in the States, bound to Alexis, Elder vampire in exile. I was also the Master to tens of thousands of people—both dead and alive. Oops! Forgot to put on deodorant. Damnit, I cursed as I ran it under my arms trying not to get

I said in pure sacarsm. “I would” “Yeah Josh, see ya later” I said taking a turn. Getting to my dorm, I recieved a call from my mate, I could hear uneasiness in his voice. “Five werewolves are dead” Five? What the fuck happened? “How in the world?” “Kovie didn't retreat!” He growled. That cunning piece of shit, he hid and came up with plans. Who is Kovie? Kovie is a warrior king, his origin unknown, his source of powers unknown, his capabilities unknown.

"To protect you. It's as simple as that. The Primera was the very first wolf to manifest the power of influence. I didn't know him, but it's said that he had such perfect control over his power that he alone could defeat seven sacred knights of Canya." "Are you saying that the wizards tried to eliminate him?!" Nate asked. "I've heard of this legend before when I was a kid," Edwin added. "He became a real threat to the wizards. And not just the wizards. But his fellow wolves too. And some time before their death, his Luna had this vision of the next heirs of influence, and they engraved it on a stone to offer it to humans they could count on." Karyn looked at him and then understood what they

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

River answers didn't happen to me, I just remember the pain and then blacking out. "I never felt as free as I did when I went wolf, I don't remember what my colour was, I should have looked at my paws," Kyler whines, they went wolf and were conscious are they lying? "Yeah me neither, I didn't think of it," River answers him with a shrug before turning to me. "Who got your wolf to come out?" River asks me. "Uhh...alpha Rowan I think," I answer him, he sweet-talked my wolf, and things went dark before I went wolf, I can't remember shit.

He ties the strip of cloth above the wound with brisk movements before dipping a strip of cloth into the scalding hot water and cleaning the wound as best as he can without making it bleed. "Now comes the difficult part," he whispers, holding up the knife. My hand trembles when I wave it over the knife, channeling my power through my fingers. Within moments, the blade turns red hot. The Werewolf inhales and exhales noisily as he pinches the edges of the open wound together. It hurts, but I know I’ll be experiencing a different level of pain when the hot knife seals my wound. I turn my face away; my hands clenched into fists when he brings the knife closer to my thigh.

A powerful snarl rumbled from his chest. He had transformed. A werewolf. And then he spoke, his voice low and commanding. “I am the King of the Moonbound Werewolves. Eryx Bloodban.” he said. And that’s when everything went black.

“The whole pack?” “Except the elders and the unmated women. They are at a safe house, enchanted by the witches. We have ten packs from up and down the coast being managed here. It seems hunters west of the Mississippi River aren’t as organized. Some had crossed the country when they learned Bowman had the white wolf.” Magnus gave me more details. “Bowman?” “Piers Bowman, head of the New York Chapter. He has the biggest following.” “The man with the cowboy hat? They are a misguided cult.”

Bryat pulls her closer and nods once. “And this is Alpha Caleb and Luna Marcie,” Thoran points to the remaining pair. “Of the Lunar Pack.” They bow slightly. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I am honored to have become your ally,” the man’s voice is deep… impossibly deep. It vibrates through my chest, sending chills down my spine. “You as well,” Martin bows his head. “This is my mate, Marcie,” Caleb says. She may be a werewolf, but her eyes are as sharp as a cat’s. She gracefully nods with a calm, soft smile.

“His name is Chanyeol.” "I ". "The youngest princess of the kingdom of Guardion.. Sivana Francois La Accordion, right!" Damontry was slightly confused but nodded to smile at the strange person. "You are a werewolf of the royal family!" Damontry didn't know what to say, but she also nodded. "I am the last member of the Chadonic race... a pure blooded werewolf."